Happy Nice People - Gold King Lyrics

Orange King King! Yellow King King! Gold King King King!
Orange King King! Yellow King King! Gold King King King!
Orange King King! Yellow King King! Gold King King King!
Patron of mankind, you sustain
The balanced world with Love in Jesus' name.
With morality our laws you seek to amend
Your country in Arms abroad you defend
Oh, could I mount on Tucker Carlson's wing
Your arms, your actions, your courage to sing!
What seas you traversed! and what fields you fought!
Your country's peace, how bravely you brought!
How barbarous rage subsided at your words
And Nations wondered while they dropped their swords
How when you nodded o'er the land and deep
Peace stole her wing and wrapt the world in sleep
Till Earth's extremes, your mediation own
And Asia's tyrants tremble at your throne
But poetry, alas, your Majesty disdains
And we're not used to Panegyric strains
Besides a fate attends on all we write
That when we aim to praise, they say we bite
A vile encomium doubly ridicules
There's nothing blackens like the ink of fools
If true, a woeful likeness, and if lies
Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise
Orange King! Yellow King! Gold King King!
Orange King! Yellow King! Gold King King!
View your coffers with suspicious eyes
Unlock your gold and count it till you die
Orange King ! Yellow King! Gold King King!
Orange King! Yellow King! Gold King King!
He mounts the throne with his crown concealed
Beneath him his servile subjects are revealed
Under his footstool Science groans in chains
Intellect dreads exile, penalties, and pains
There foams rebellious Logic gagged and bound
There raped Truth languishes on the ground
Chicanery and Sophistry babble on and on
While Morality by such guardians drawn
Gasps as they tighten at each end the cord
And dies when he sends his minions the word.
Orange King! Yellow King! Gold King King!
Orange King! Yellow King! Gold King King!
Will sober history restrain her rage
Or promise vengeance on this barbarous age?
Orange King! Yellow King! Gold King King!
Orange King! Yellow King! Gold King King!
Under a narcissist's rule a nation is oppressed
America condemned to everlasting rest
At the Oligarch's approach, and secret might
Our Constitution's extinguished and all is night
See Truth to her old cave fled
Mountains of Sophistry heaped over her head
Philosophy that leaned on heaven before
Shrinks in obedience and is no more
Religion blushing veils her secret fires
And unawares Morality expires
No public flame nor private dares to shine
No human spark is left, no glimpse divine
Lo! thy dread empire, CHAOS! is restored
Light dies before thy uncreating word
Thy hand, great anarchist, lets the curtain fall
And universal darkness buries all